__________________A woman without curves is like a road without bends....You might get to your destination quicker, but the road is boring

She’d never been undressed by words alone before…She couldn’t fathom how a stranger could make her feel so, at home…
He intrigued her…
In the absence of touch, smell, or sight…
He became the most vivid part of her imagination…
He made her feel, understood…
And in a way she never knew she longed for…
His voice arrested her, and she trusted his direction…
She knew he could handle being in control…
and she’d been waiting for that.
~ Rob Hill, Sr.

__________________A woman without curves is like a road without bends....You might get to your destination quicker, but the road is boring

She’d never been undressed by words alone before…She couldn’t fathom how a stranger could make her feel so, at home…
He intrigued her…
In the absence of touch, smell, or sight…
He became the most vivid part of her imagination…
He made her feel, understood…
And in a way she never knew she longed for…
His voice arrested her, and she trusted his direction…
She knew he could handle being in control…
and she’d been waiting for that.
~ Rob Hill, Sr.

__________________A woman without curves is like a road without bends....You might get to your destination quicker, but the road is boring

She’d never been undressed by words alone before…She couldn’t fathom how a stranger could make her feel so, at home…
He intrigued her…
In the absence of touch, smell, or sight…
He became the most vivid part of her imagination…
He made her feel, understood…
And in a way she never knew she longed for…
His voice arrested her, and she trusted his direction…
She knew he could handle being in control…
and she’d been waiting for that.
~ Rob Hill, Sr.

__________________A woman without curves is like a road without bends....You might get to your destination quicker, but the road is boring

She’d never been undressed by words alone before…She couldn’t fathom how a stranger could make her feel so, at home…
He intrigued her…
In the absence of touch, smell, or sight…
He became the most vivid part of her imagination…
He made her feel, understood…
And in a way she never knew she longed for…
His voice arrested her, and she trusted his direction…
She knew he could handle being in control…
and she’d been waiting for that.
~ Rob Hill, Sr.